C
A light shines from my window
F                       G7
Just can't sleep no more Lord it hurts 
               C
So much to be alone
 
But the real men never do admit
F                          G7
It's them that might be wrong 
                                      C
At least that's what he told me in his song
 
 
He rode all the way to Texas
F                 C    G7
On an old freight train
                              C
Didn't miss the girl he left behind 
 
He rode all the way to Texas
F             C    G7
Didn't shed a tear letting you know
                       C
That's he's the moving kind
 
 
The freedom that he's sings about
F                   G7
Guess I'll never know
                                        C
Just can't shake the guilt or kill the pain
 
But he lets me ride when the lights turn low
F                      G7
Get on board the radio and take a ride
                 C
To Texas on his train

G7                                         C
He's letting you know that he's the moving kind